When a hand is in need, It stretches out, It stretches up, Empty. The hand is like a prayer, Full of desperation, Full of need, Waiting. Till another appears, Equally empty-handed, But enough To grab onto. It is not strength That pulls up the other. It is the heart That matters. As these helping hands [...]
Tag: Poetry
Of My First Novel: 06
You are my first thought in the morning. You are my last thought at night. Why can't you be My first reality in the morning And my last reality at night? DOES LOVE DIE WITH YOU?by Mia Winhertt Read the free sample as well as get a full copy at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F5CZXYJ8 . Or you may open your [...]
Thank You For Nine
I turned nine on WordPress! Thank you To each and every one of you Who liked and commented, Who supported and inspired, Who gave me reason To keep at this. Thank you To each and every one of you Who reached out, Through other mediums too Like Instagram, Threads, X To encourage me. Thank you [...]
Sunrise
From the darkest black To the brightest blue -- That's how a sunrise changes the sky. At the same time, It makes me smile And makes me cry, As well as strum the chords Of my heart to poetry. We make do with a sunset Because we can't afford To watch a sunrise. Until we [...]
In Poetry
In poetry, We bare a part Of our soul For all to see. In poetry, We string together Emotions in words As beautifully as can we. In poetry, We find solace Even when the world outside Might difficult be. In poetry, Live on the poets Of yesterday In the life of today free. In poetry, [...]
Who am I to Judge You?
Who am I to judge you? What you have done Or not done? What you have said Or not said? Do I know you that well? Everything you went through And survived? Everything you never saw coming And yet battled? What even if I knew you too well? All your scars From top to bottom? [...]
Of My First Novel: 02
Every time I open my box of crayons from ages ago, I go back in time.What does that for you? Coming soona romance novelto do the same...
Of My First Novel: 01
And it's the month of LOVE! But wait, shouldn't every month, every week and every day be about love? Coming soona romance novelto remind us the same...
Seasons
It was spring. New breezes blew. New flowers blossomed. New was it all around But in her heart. It was summer. Hot loo lurked. Hot sweats ran down. Hot was it all around But in her heart. It was autumn. Dense gales gathered pace. Dense leaves fell non-stop. Dense was it all around But in [...]
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl
My birthday gift To myself Is this poem. It is a wish Of love, Of happiness. It is a promise Of steadfast support Through thick and thin. It is a token That will endure Many years hence. It is I Telling myself, "Happy birthday, baby girl."
An Author You'll Remember 